The ashtray was heavy. It was difficult for Olivia to hold it with one hand.

She wondered if the blood would splatter on her face if she flung it at Ethan.

Her unconscious thoughts scared even herself, too.

At that moment, Ethan looked back at her. They met each other's eyes.

Before he could say anything, she asked, "Why did you smoke so much?"

When he noticed the ashtray in her hand, the first thing that came to his mind was that Olivia was going to murder him with it.

But her question nipped his suspicion.

Ethan was wearing an indifferent expression. "Does that have anything to do with you?"

His voice was full of disdain. She set the ashtray down. Next time, she'll use something sharp to finish him off.

Suppressing her displeasure, Olivia tugged at the hem of his sleeve. "I … crossed the line this morning. I'm sorry."

Ethan stared at her face, which appeared paler under the light. She came without makeup.

Although she was pretty, she didn't look lively.

It still softened